Wheels

I want to take a break
 from the track
catch my breath
stop racing against my thoughts
and just be still
be still
for a moment
and nothing less or more

I'd like to turn the knob
and turn my life around
open the door
to the freedom
 I think we were all meant for
forget the safety
of falling
on the same old side of the bed
for 5 to 7 hours
only to wake to a familiar dread

and if I
stumble upon tomorrow
like some stranger's land
and lose the way back home
perhaps the future will let me stand
on its balcony
and share its view
maybe the panic of change
will be tamed
 by the new
grabbing my attention
like a puppy picked up
by the scruff of the neck


All I know
is that I'm ready to
brake the wheels of repetition
and walk away without turning back
or turning those wheels again.